Some silver night when all the world is still, I shall go out and climb an autumn hill, Gold crowned, with russet oaks and drifted leaves From tall moon-misted trees; and there where breathes The perfumed night, I shall await my last great love Whose silent feet I soon shall hear. Above, The stars shall light the path that leads to me. His lips will smile, I know, and I shall see That he is kind; his gentle hands I'll feel Upon my brow. Then I shall rise and kneel Before him there in that enchanted place; And looking up, oh, I shall know his face! No sombre sigh of sorrow shall I heave, Nor shed dark tears to show him that I grieve. Words softly spoken then will touch my breath: "Do not be frightened, Child. I am only death." Then while the shadowed sleeping world is still, We both shall tiptoe softly down the hill. The moon shall touch to silver our swift feet, And death and I shall walk the silent street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |